EDITORIAL

Wounded Warrior wisdom

A young girl, about ten, stood in the rain. The strap of her bike helmet was secure under her chin and the rain dripped from its sides, down to her shoulders.
She stood there with her grandfather and hundreds of other riders waiting for the start of the bike race.
“Why are you riding today?” someone asked her.

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